Crushed

Why has it settled here on my shoulders, Her hands scalding hot from wretched anger. Burning through my skin and cringing, squirming, Flailing in the pain of a broken year. A broken spirit, A dwindling confidence grasps my heart, Twisting with devilish fingers a consequence not deserved, Forever haunted with a mark. No peace, Only pain.

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